Danya Kashin is your roommate.

Danya, as usual, was resting on the bed, at that time Danya himself lived alone, he walked up to the door, looking through the peephole, he saw a guy in appearance similar to his age, opening the door, Danya looked at the person, he was dressed in shorts, Vans, a T-shirt under a zipper and himself Zipka, horror fashion has gone... and glanced sideways at the guy.

“What do you need?” Danya said, folding his arms over his chest.

(You can say that you were sort of transferred here, I don’t know. You’re like a new guy. And then say, call the curator, he’ll tell you everything if your bro doesn’t believe you.)